poems and comment on my poetry teaching in schools for the benefit of teachers and parents. Do visit me there, and if you come across any interesting work
by kids 5 -12, send them my way!
Thanks for reading, and Happy Holidays to all...
Calloo callay! Yesterday I received a rather substantial ROYALTY CHECK! This gives me a swelling feeling of being Fairly Compensated and sure beats
my last royalty experience, when I received a check for $147 on the same day I got a speeding ticket (my only moving violation EVER) for $145. The cosmic
irony was excruciating.
Meanwhile, I started this blog partly because I wished to join the online community of writers for children and here I am, blogging away for two months now (okay not
daily like some of you lot but still pretty steadily) and I can't tell if anyone is reading me or not. Would appreciate a notice if anyone, like me, is visiting my blog
but not finding anything pressing to comment about--just so I know whether I'm writing into the void (which would then make the blog valuable as an exercise/
record/reflection for me, ie still valuable but easier to write). Or, perhaps this blog will change its face and become something else....
I'm doing too many things at once (as usual) but most of them are fun, like judging a PTA-sponsored writing contest for an elementary school in Arlington. I'm writing comments
now for kids K-2 who have submitted to the Literature Section on the theme "My Favorite Place." Best nuggest so far is "The excitement fills my heart to make it
beet so functionally hard." It's very hard to award only three ribbons when you know the children's names, ages, and other identifying information! I'm exerting
myself to be encouraging.
Wrote a little poem for a purpose this week, for a poetry gift workshop on the theme of Winter Solstice. I'm still shocked that I can write to fill a specific need and
find something challenging and fun and surprising in doing it. And I really enjoy searching out and selecting poems for an anthology on a certain subject. Here are the ones
I chose for "Poems to Light the Darkest Night:"
Winter Solstice by Marilyn Singer
Winter Moon by Langston Hughes
The New Moon by Eve Merriam (my new favorite poem; see below)
The Winter Sun by Douglas Florian
I Heard a Bird Sing by Oliver Herford
The Moon Moves by Yours Truly
Winter Dark by Lilian Moore
Dark Night by BeiYin
christmas lights by Valerie Worth
We Light a Candle (the one mentioned above)
The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper
The New Moon
Hold on to me.
We will slip carefully carefully
don`t tip it over
into this canoe
pale as birch bark
and with the stars
over our shoulders
down the dark river
of the sky.
Do not delay.
By next week
the canoe will be bulging with cargo,
there will be no room
inside for us.
Tonight is the time.
Hold on to me.
~ Eve Merriam
With renewed focus (I love back-to-school time so much that I became a teacher so that I could enjoy it every year of my life) and
renewed vigor (I heard today that a friend who visited my website for another reason actually READ my journal), I return to blogging.
Here, in brief, is what's been going on...
1) Have heard, somewhat cryptically, from new editor at old house that there is "enthusiasm" for the new work I submitted. Feel hopeful but am preparing
for the possibility that I will soon receive a very enthusiastic rejection.
2) Have reconvened with the writing group (hi, Robin and Erika; hope you're reading this) with the fervor of long-parted
lovers okay sisters,
and have found them as productive and helpful as ever.
3) Have finally completed, copied, folded, stamped and addressed flyers advertising my new after-school program The WordPlay Club, and
am hoping no one thinks it's a crossword club for 6-8 year-olds.
4) Have learned that if I read to my daughter downstairs on the sofa instead of in her bed in my pajamas, I can stay awake and do justice
to the book, which excitingly at the moment is one of my all-time faves, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. Am shocked
to discover how long ago it was published, almost a whole decade before I first read it.
My title reminds me that I surprised myself by writing a September 11 poem (in 2001 I was generally unable to engage with it all), on which
happy note I will close for tonight...